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6. Draco Malfoy and the Bird Pony of Doom

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘪𝘹: 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘗𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘰𝘰𝘮

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"A premonition! Maggie, do you realise what this means?"

The dementors had left after these weird animals made of silver light showed up, and besides the fact that Harry Potter passed out no one was hurt. Just really shaken up about it. Our head master, Albus Dumbledore, was extremely pissed off about the whole thing, though.

We had our usual back to school feast, watched the first years get sorted into their houses (Kip got into Ravenclaw), and were sent off to bed with wise words from the headmaster, "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times..."

Now it was the next morning, and most people had already forgotten about the dementors in favor of starting new classes (all except for the Rich Twit who had been mimicking a fainting Harry since the night before). Matilda had scarfed down her breakfast in three seconds flat and rushed over to the Slytherin table, ignoring the dirty looks she was getting from my house mates.

I was already regretting my decision to tell her what had happened on the train. We sat at one end of the table with Nina and my friend Fogarty "Foggie '' Jugson. He was short for his age and had unruly hair and a bad attitude. Sometimes Foggie had trouble walking up and down the stairs; so he had to use a levitation spell on the chairs to carry him to class, since lifts and wheelchairs are pretty much non-existent in the magical world. He spoke with a lisp and a stutter every now and again, but don't let that fool you. He would destroy you in verbal combat.

We situated ourselves as far away from all the other delinquents of our house as we could get. People already thought we were trouble makers just for being in the house for "the bad kids," we didn't want more association with them: the bullies, the prejudiced twats, the kids whose parents followed Voldemort like he was a God amongst mere mortal men.

The distance didn't stop people from "over hearing," though. Noisy bastards. But that wasn't why I regretted telling her. I regretted it, because now she seemed to be under the impression that I had some sort of mystical power no one else had.

"It means you're a seer!" Tilly gasped and pushed her hands against her cheeks. She squealed, kicking her feet under the table and earning herself some nasty sneers from a few Slytherin girls. Nina hissed back at them and held up her fork like a claw. That made them turn away real fast.

I rolled my eyes. My sister was way too easily excited. "I don't think that's what it was, Tilly...Aren't seers supposed to be really rare or something?" I wasn't going to tell her this, but the idea of being a seer was extremely disturbing to me. I mean, if you just see stuff like that all the time...

It was hard not to remember the image in my head as we sat in the Great Hall. The walls crumbling down... flames licking the surface of the school grounds...homicidal maniacs marching to destroy all the students and staff... If all that was supposedly going to happen... Well, I wasn't sure if I wanted to be a seer. I didn't want to know about the future if it was going to be like that.

Everyone was just going about their business like normal. Happily eating and idly chatting with their friends about their summer vacations. They didn't have to worry about hallucinations that could potentially spell doom for the whole school. They weren't going back and forth trying to decide if they were mad or not.

"Look, Sauron Wannabe has been dead for years, hasn't he? It couldn't have been a premonition." I'd settled on this: I'd much rather be mad than be a seer.

"Who's Sauron?" Foggie whispered to Nina.

"From Lord of the Rings," she whispered back.

"Lord of the... what?"

"No? What was it then?" Tilly held Jewels the Tortoise in her lap, swinging his flippers around in a dancing motion. I'm not sure if she was fully paying attention to me.

"Hey, hey, Pettigrew, is that you're real twin?" That was from a mean girl called Pansy Parkinson. I thought her parents must have hated her (I mean, why else would they call her Pansy of all things?) and that was why she was such a bitch to everyone. I'd never told her my theory, though. You know, because I have class.

Matilda's grin didn't fade. She just nodded and said, "Yup!" Despite her house having a rep for being reckless and impulsive, my sister was a master at grey-rocking.

"Hey, Pettigrew, what's with all those stickers? Are you four?" Pansy tried again, this time pointing at my sister's bag which she had decorated with all the colours in the rainbow. I'm sure Parkinson was just jealous that my sister had more personality in her left pinkie than she had in her whole body.

"Yup," Tilly said.

"How come your hair looks so bad? Did you get hit with an ugly jinx?" She was one to talk. People often said she looked like a pug.

"Yup," my sister said again. At that point, Parkinson got bored and went back to watching the Rich Twit's ten thousandth reenactment of Harry's fainting spell. As if it were even funny.

"I don't know," I shrugged, pretending we hadn't been interrupted. It was best just to let their stupid comments slide. Not like they were planning to grow up any time soon. I had better things to worry about then some dumb childish, babyish, jerks trying to start something. This method usually always worked for us, because they always realised they weren't bothering us and got bored. Then, they moved on to easier targets, like Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, who were both very temperamental.

"Hey, Potter!" Parkinson yelled across the room at the Gryffindor table. "Potter! The dementors are coming!" She and the others flipped their hoods up and wiggled their fingers at Harry like ghosts. "Wooo!"

"Maybe someone slipped LSD in the trolley lady's tea." There was this kid next to me with a better quill than I had, and I wondered if I could get away with snatching it. I know what you're thinking, and no I was not just deflecting.

"What? Come on! Boo!" Matilda blew raspberry's at me. Down the table, one of our eavesdroppers whispered, "What's LSD?" Their ignorance wasn't surprising. "Pure" bloods don't know anything about muggles, least of all their psychedelic drugs. "It was so obviously a premonition! Just admit it!" She frowned. "Do you think we should tell Harry?"

"Hm. Definitely not." I pushed away my plate of bacon and eggs. I was used to eating so little over summer that I never really ate much at Hogwarts anyway.

"Okay, okay," she said, picking the tortoise up and whooshing him around in the air like a plane. "But maybe you should come to Divination with me today. You might learn something about your new future telling powers!"

Future telling powers? Seriously? There must have been something in that tea on the train after all, because my sister was losing it. "Isn't Divination kind of rubbish?" When the kid with the better quill was distracted by something the Rich Twit was saying, I plunged my hand into his bag, swiping the quill and stuffing it in my robes' pocket before he turned around again to get his bag and leave the Great Hall. I smirked to myself.

Look, if the world was really going to end, I figured I needed to enjoy the little things in life: like that kid's face when he got to class and found his quill missing.

"If it's rubbish, why is it on the curriculum?" Tilly put her pet back in her lap, tapping the schedule she'd gotten from her Head of House, Professor McGonnagall.

"She has a point," Nina nodded.

"Yeah, bro. I think thee's wight. You're wa theer," Foggie said.

"Not you guys, too!" I groaned. I was banking on my friends to back me up. "Come on! The curriculum is also rubbish."

Tilly shoved me. "You're rubbish."

"Your face is rubbish." I shoved her back.

She laughed. "But seriously, I think you're a seer."

"Alright. Say it was a proper premonition," I sighed, because I knew she was never letting this go. "It's only ever happened the once. And we all know that dementors can mess with people's heads. Who's to say it wasn't just a fluke?"

Foggie sat up after a moment, grinning like he'd just gotten a fantastic idea. I hated when he got ideas. They were very rarely fantastic. "It's simpwle. Just make anowter pwdiction. If it comes tew we'll know if you're a seer."

"Yeah, and if it doesn't... well, it'll still be a laugh," Nina added.

"Fine." I looked around the Great Hall, just to shut them up about the whole thing. Most people had already left for their classes by now; The Rich Twit was still milling about in the doorway with his gang, making fun of anything that moved. "Fine, I predict that Draco Malfoy will break his arm today."

Nina broke out into a wicked grin. "Excellent." She glared at the doorway where The Rich Twit was leaving with his friends. "Now what? Push him down the stairs?" She started to get up from her chair.

"Pretty sure that's cheating," I said. Foggie nodded in agreement. She sat back down, looking disappointed.

"I have Divination first today," Matilda said. "I'll ask..." She glanced at her schedule. "Professor Terlawney about it just to be sure."

Nina grinned again, looking positively evil. I scooted away from her, just to be safe.

"Really wanna push him down the stairs, huh?" Foggie laughed, picking up his bag and swinging it over his shoulder.

"Well, I ─"

"Nina Snape!" We turned as two girls from Hufflepuff made their way over. The taller of the two was the one who spoke: Fin Hagrid, the granddaughter of our school's games keeper and new Care of Magical Creatures teacher. If I had to describe her in one word it would be this: terrifying.

She was the only gothic Hufflepuff I knew of, so she stuck out for more than just her height. Her hair was long in some places and short in others; and she had more piercings than anyone I had ever met. She wore black all the time and had fake tattoo sleeves which she wore under her school robes. But that wasn't why she was so scary. What made her intimidating was her wild temper and her fierce loyalty to her friends and grandfather. I still remember last year, when they'd sent her grandfather to Azkaban for a brief stint, she beat the living crud out of Draco Malfoy. Which was terrifying to watch, bad ass, but terrifying.

Like Nina she had spent a lot of time at Hogwarts before becoming a student herself. Naturally, the two were besties.

The second girl was much smaller in comparison: Barbara Johnson. In my opinion, she was just your average, generic blonde girl with blue eyes. She was nice to everyone, super smart, and really good at sports. And I hated her. Mostly because I couldn't find anything to dislike about her. A goodie-two-shoes Hufflepuff stereotype, whose only fault was that she'd been possessed by an evil spirit or something and let a snake monster loose in the school (but, like I said in the beginning, that's a story for another time). I mean, no one can be that perfect right?

"Do my eyes deceive me?" Fin asked, a huge grin on her face. "Or are you actually socializing?"

Nina blanched; her eyes widened, looking around at my sister, Foggie, and I. "Socializing? Is that what I've been doing with you three?" Tilly nodded, Foggie rolling his eyes next to her. Barbara giggled into her hand. "Disgusting." With that sat, Nina stood from her seat, swinging her school bag over her shoulder with a dramatic flourish, and left the Great Hall.

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"Alright, we've been through Charms, History of Magic, and lunch already, and both his arms are still in working order." Foggie and I followed the Rich Twit and the posse through the corridors. "I think it's safe to say it was just a fluke."

"Day's not over yet," Foggie said. He eyed Malfoy as he rounded the corner, heading outside for our first CMC class. "Think Nina had the right idea."

"We're not tripping him. It's cheating."

"It was pushing. Not tripping."

"Whatever." From the corner of my eye I saw the flourish of a dark robe flash by. "I'll be right back." I sped up to a light jog, leaving Foggie to stalk the Rich Twit. "Oi, Nina!" I'd said her name wrong again: NEEN-UH.

"It's NINE-UH." She spun around so fast her hair almost hit me in the face. I grinned at her; she squinted at me, like she thought I was up to no good. "What do you want?"

"Ask you a question," I said.

"Well, post haste, schlepper."

I had no idea what a schlepper was, but the way she said it was hilarious. "You and your dad got a word-a-day calendar or something?"

"That's your query?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"No," I said, grinning. "And I love that you didn't deny it."

"Get to your point. I'm a busy girl, Pettigrew."

"Well, we're going to the same place."

Nina huffed and spun around again; this time I was ready for it and ducked to avoid her hair flipping. "I'm just not fond of this new 'socializing' business. I would prefer not to make a habit of it." We'd talked enough before this point to start exchanging owls, but I knew better than to point this out. Nina has the tendency to stab people with forks, did I mention? 

"Fair enough." I followed her outside. The weather was much better than it had been yesterday; the sun made her hair look really shiny. Not really relevant information. Just an interesting observation in an observationally interesting way. "Just wanted to ask: what'd you mean? On the train, when you said you reckoned Black was after Potter and my sister and I 'to finish the job'?"

She stopped suddenly and I almost walked right past her. There was this look on her face, like she was trying to solve a difficult Arithmancy problem. "Don't you know?"

"Uh, no. That's... why I'm asking you."

"Magnus, he killed your father." There must have been a look on my face because a second later she was frowning. "Sorry, was that too blunt?"

"Lil' bit..."

"Sorry."

"It's... it's fine. Thanks for tellin' me." I ran down the stairs to catch up to Foggie.

"You alwight? You look like shit," he told me ever so gently.

"I'll tell you later..." It wasn't something I was ready to share; I was still processing this new information myself. First, the Minister of Magic and Wizard Cop show up looking for my sister and I, then they tell us we'll be separated next summer, there's a serial killer on the loose and he's looking for us. Now, just a few weeks later, I finally find out why. Never mind about the weird dementor hallucination thing. It was all a little too much, moving too fast to take in.

I just wanted a few hours to process everything before I started complaining to the only real friend I had. But of course, I had to get through the rest of the day first... ugh.

Fin's granddad (Professor Hagrid, now, I guess) was waiting for us at his hut (he lived on the school grounds) with his pet boarhound Fang wearing a moleskin overcoat. He led us around the trees of the Forbidden Forest (forbidden because of all the dangerous wild life that lived in there that could cause bodily harm or death to students) and over to a paddock.

I gasped, the sight forcing all my woes to the back of my mind. "Oh-meh-gersh, are we goin' horseback riding?" I pressed my hands to my face the same way my sister had earlier that morning.

Pansy Parkinson sniffed the air as though checking for horse shit; and then the most homophobic thing came out or her mouth, which wasn't surprising to anyone, "Are you some type of queer?"

"Ah, shite. Prolly," I said. Foggie sniggered as she stuck her nose in the air and walked away.

"Everyone gather 'round the fence here!" Hagrid called. "That's it — make sure yeh can see — now, firs' thing yeh'll want ter do is open yer books —"

"How?" I'll never admit that the Rich Twit had a point. Not out loud anyway. I still hadn't managed to figure out how to open mine without losing a finger; then again, I'd been a little preoccupied, what with the dementors and the deranged lunatics coming for me, I hadn't had the time to look at it.

At least I wasn't alone. Most everyone had their books belted shut, or stuffed in plastic bags, or clamped with binder clips.

"Eh?" Hagrid looked at the class, seeming a bit saddened.

"How do we open our books?" The Rich Twit asked again, using a voice that insinuated he thought Hagrid was thick.

"Hasn' — hasn' anyone bin able ter open their books?" said Hagrid, looking crestfallen.

Most people shook their heads. "I have!" Nina spoke up from somewhere in the back of the crowd; the girls next to her jumped several feet in the air. But she looked embarrassed when all the attention was suddenly on her. Strange, how her demeanour could change so quickly sometimes. "Er — you just...stroke them is all... Uh, Fin showed me..."

"Yeah!" Hagrid beamed. "Yeah! Yeh've got ter stroke 'em, look —" He took Hermione's copy and ripped off the Spellotape that bound it. The book tried to bite, but Hagrid ran a giant forefinger down its spine, and the book shivered, and then fell open and lay quiet in his hand.

"Whoa. Cool," I said, copying him.

But of course Malfoy never missed an opportunity to be a prick. He threw his arms out. "Oh, how silly we've all been! We should have stroked them! Why didn't we guess?" It was annoying that people were agreeing with him. It was even more annoying that he was kind of right. It was lucky everyone was smart enough to subdue their books before someone lost an arm.

"I — I thought they were funny," Hagrid said to Hermione, looking uncertain now. I felt bad for him, just out of spite for the Rich Twit.

"Oh, tremendously funny!" said Malfoy. "Really witty, giving us books that try and rip our hands off!"

"Well, I think," Nina said loudly, her whole demeanour changing again, "anything that can potentially cause bodily harm to someone is hilarious!" She moved her hands in a claw-like motion at the nearest person to her, which happened to be one of the Gryffindor girls. "Comp, comp, Mothafucka!" The girl edged away, eyeing her wearily; Nina glanced at Hagrid after a second, smiling shyly. "Apologies. I'm being disruptive. Proceed." She gave the slightest of bows, rolling her hand.

I snorted, wondering how anyone could ever think she was scary when she did stuff like that.

"Righ', then." Poor Hagrid had lost his thread. I thought he needed a pick-me-up. "So — so yeh've got yer books an' — an' — now yeh need the Magical Creatures. Yeah. So I'll go an' get 'em. Hang on . . ." He strode away from us into the forest and out of sight.

"God, this place is going to the dogs," said Malfoy loudly. "That oaf teaching classes, my father'll have a fit when I tell him —"

"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry snapped.

"Careful, Potter, there's a dementor behind you —"

I'm not sure what possessed me to do it, the stress of the last few weeks maybe, but I pushed my way into the center of the crowd. "Hey, you guys wanna see my Malfoy impression?"

"I know I do!" Foggie sniggered.

I twirled around in the most dramatic way I could manage; it ended up as some awkward ballet dance. "Hogwarts has really gone to the dogs!" Nose in the air, I strutted forward a few paces, hands on hips. "Luckily, next year I'll be transferred to Pigfarts!"

I wasn't normally a class clown, but people were laughing. Even Harry and friends, the Golden Trio we called them in Slytherin, were giggling into their hands. The Rich Twit was effectively shut up, at least for a moment, and I think I saw Nina smirking from her shadowy corner. So, I kept going.

"Pigfarts, Pigfarts! Yum, yum, yum!" I sang. "Pigfarts, Pigfarts, here I come!" A few people joined in; by the time Hagrid got back everyone had big stupid grins on their faces.

"Ooh!" Lavender gasped, pointed at the creatures that he'd brought with him.

It looked like someone had taken two plastic toys of an eagle and a horse and smashed them together again. They had massive feathery bodies. Their hind legs and tails were of a steed-like nature; their heads and front quarters were the eagle part. Beaks and all. Big, orange eyes and large, leather wings.

"So majestic!" Tilly whispered.

"Oh-meh-gerd, magic bird ponies, eep!" I squealed, still kind of in my Malfoy impression. People laughed. Did that make me the bully now? "Can I touch 'em?"

Hagrid tied the bird ponies to the fence and grinned at the class. "Hippogriffs. Beau'iful, aren't they?" He rubbed his hands together, beaming. "So, if yeh wan' ter come a bit closer..."

No one seemed like they wanted to; the first people to move were the Golden Trio. Tilly shrugged and followed. I ran past her, dragging Foggie with me and ignoring his screams of protest. "Yeah! Let's go pet the magic bird ponies!"

"Take me back! I don't wanna die!"

"Shush," I told him, stopping next to the Griffin-dorks. "We're learning about bird ponies!" He rolled his eyes and cursed at me under his breath, but he didn't leave. The Golden Trio seemed surprised that a Slytherin was even mildly paying attention, but whatever. Bird ponies, man!

"Now, firs' thing yeh gotta know abou' Hippogriffs is, they're proud. Easily offened, hippogriffs are."

I gasped. "Like Malfoy!"

"Pigfarts, Pigfarts, yum, yum, yum!" someone sang from the back of the class.

Hagrid coughed and pretended not to hear me, but I swear he was smiling a little. "Don' never insult one, 'cause it migh' be the last' thing yeh do." He seemed to have regained his confidence when he noticed he had at least six active listeners.

The Rich Twit and his loser friends weren't paying attention, of course. Instead, they were putting their heads together, maybe plotting revenge on me for the whole Pigfarts thing. Whatever. No one cared about them anyway.

"Yeh always wait fer the hippogriff ter make the firs' move," Hagrid continued. "It's polite, see? Yeh walk toward him, and yeh bow, an' yeh wait. If he bows back, yeh're allowed ter touch him. If he doesn' bow, then get away from him sharpish, 'cause those talons hurt."

"Polite bird ponies make the first move. Bowing, good. Talons, bad. Got it," I nodded.

"Right — who wants ter go first?"

The whole class simultaneously backed away from the fence. "Thought you wanted to pet the magic bird pownies?" Foggie smirked at me.

"I do. I just don't wanna go first..."

"No one?" Hagrid asked, which made me feel bad.

Luckily, Harry stepped up to the plate. "I'll do it."

Lavender and Parvati Patil, another one of my sisters friends, gasped like this was a very stupid move on his part. "Oh, no, Harry, remember your tea leaves!"

"Uh, tea leaves?" I asked, looking at Tilly.

"Oh, yeah! I need tell you about Divination..." There was something in her eyes that made me wonder just how bad her first class had gone, but there was no time to investigate.

Harry climbed over the paddock with a certain kind of determination, like he was trying to tempt fate or something. "Good man, Harry," Hagrid said. "Right, then, let's see how yeh get on with Buckbeak." He came over to the paddock and untied one of the hippogriffs.

Hagrid instructed Harry in a soft tone so he wouldn't startle the animal. "Easy, now, Harry. Yeh've got eye contact, now. Try not ter blink... hippogriffs don' trust yeh if yeh blink too much."

I added that to my mental note. No blink. Blink bad.

Harry stared at Buckbeak for a couple seconds; the bird pony tilted his head to make better eye contact. "Tha's it. Tha's it, Harry. Now bow..."

Harry looked reluctant, but he did anyway. At first Buckbeak didn't move, like he couldn't decide if this scrawny dweeb in front of him was worth his effort or not. "Ah. Right. Back away, now, Harry, easy does it..." But then the hippogriff bent his knees and bowed right back. "Well done, Harry! Right, yeh can touch him. Pat his beak, go on!"

Harry petted him, and we all applauded because we're sheep.

"I reckon he might' let yeh ride him!" Hagrid said. "Yeh climb up there, jus' behind the wing joint, an' mind yeh don' pull any of his feathers out, he won' like that."

Harry put his foot on the top of Buckbeak's wing and hoisted himself onto its back. Buckbeak stood up.

"Go on, then!" Hagrid slapped Buckbeak's hind quarters, and they took off through the trees. They went around the paddock once before landing; the rest of us cheered as they touched down.

"Good work, Harry!" Hagrid beamed. He let the others lose, and everyone climbed over the paddock to start nervously bowing.

I was sharing mine, the inky black one, with Nina. I don't know what Hagrid had named him, but I'd taken to calling him Shadow. She had started calling him Jack (after the Ripper). Eventually, we compromised, combining the two names: Jack Shadow.

Parkinson and her friends went by once or twice singing, "Magnus and Nina sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G.!" But if that's the worst bit of revenge they could cook up for the Pigfarts thing, then you might be able to see why they hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw. That wasn't witty or clever. Just sort of pathetic, actually.

"What are they on about?" Nina frowned, tilting her head in that confused animal sort of way again.

"Oh." I suddenly remembered what one of the Weasley Twins had told me at the Leaky Cauldron. With everything else I'd pretty much forgotten. "Apparently someone started a rumor that we were dating..."

"Alright. But I still don't understand what they're talking about. We're not kissing. We're not even in a tree..."

"Pretty sure they're just trying to make fun of us," I said. She wasn't really listening.

Nina tilted her head skyward to look up at the trees. "These branches are very flimsy. They would not support the weight of two teenagers. We'd fall and break our necks."

"By all accounts, it doesn't make sense." I was trying not to laugh too much. Sometimes, stuff like this just went over her head.

"No, it doesn't." Nina paused, listening to whatever the girls were saying across the yard. "What are they saying now?"

"Something about the hippogriff being our baby I think," I shrugged.

"Folly!" Nina huffed. "How are two humans meant to procreate a hippogriff?" She squinted at Parkinson and her friends, who were laughing like they thought they were being really clever. "They clearly have no understanding of genealogy and biology."

"Clearly."

"Lying about our love lives in one thing. Lying about reproduction is another."

"Yeah, one does not simply lie about the reproductive system." There was a pause. "Hey, here's an idea: just to, you know, throw everyone off, we could start dating for real?"

Nina stared back at me, Jack Shadow watching as if thinking ooh look humans doing stuff! My favourite bit of entertainment! Then Nina grinned. "Alright."

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you get a girlfriend. Don't ever listen to Tilly's dating advice. Clearly, I know what I'm doing, and she is clueless.

[Ouch! She's hiding me! Rude.]

"But what do people do when they're dating for real?" Nina asked.

Oh. That was a good question. One that I didn't have an answer to. I was only thirteen, I'd never had a girlfriend before. "Well, we can do some sleuthing later and find out."

Nina grinned again. "Cool."

"Cool." I grinned back.

Then, of course The Rich Twit had to go and ruin everything. "This is very easy," he said loudly. "I knew it must have been if Potter could do it... I bet you're not dangerous at all, are you? Are you, you great ugly brute?"

There was a flash of grey followed by a scream. Everyone's heads snapped in The Rich Twit's direction. In the blink of an eye, he was on the ground, arm drenched in blood. Hagrid rustled the hippogriff, Buckbeak, back, tying him to the post again.

Malfoy was rolling on the ground. "It's killed me! It's killed me! I'm dying! I'm dying! It's killed me!"

"Yer not dyin'!" Hagrid said. He scooped up the screaming child, looking very pale. "Someone help me. Gotta get him out of here..." Hermione opened the gate for him, and Hagrid ran past, hurrying for the castle. Malfoy was screaming something about a 'bloody chicken' as they went.

I watched them go, horryfied. But it had nothing to do with watching one of my classmates get mauled by a hippogriff. 

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